Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.